i wish i was a poet and i could write in images and colors and metaphors instead of mere words like obscenity death deceit and degradation abuse black widow and suicide i knew the meaning of ‘day of the dead’ and lived with ghosts before i met you but your parting gifts this ptsd the unquiet spirits... Sign in to see full entry.
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